Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled


21. Part III - New Heart, New Look


When I awoke, I was lying down. The ground was cold but soft somehow, I draped in a blanket over me, for all I knew I was alone and lost. My memory was hazy and I didn’t want to open my eyes but I knew my choice was limited. My memory reminded me that there was only one weapon that could kill me now by one person. I opened my eyes eventually, I was on a velvet sofa, my head propped with a sequined pillow and a fire that blazed, flickering

“Where are we?” I asked, Solomon grinned and then glanced over his shoulder

“Away.” He answered. I shook my head, a miniature landslide was formed. I sighed and tried to focus my gaze

“From where? There are know luxury facilities around the battlefield.” I said and ran my fingers over the velvet to state the fact. He sighed and finished the liquid inside the fragile glass

“I wouldn’t consider this a luxury...” He said and trailed off

“You’ve been stuck inside a wretched training school. We don’t know less than luxury outside there.” I said, the words confused me making my head spin once more. He only watched me

“How many years have you been trapped inside that school, Lil?” He asked. I blinked and then replied

“Eight years. Every weekend I would escape though.” I said, he smiled

“I escaped every night and returned every morning, I came here.” He whispered. I shuffled my feet and drew my self from the slick couch and wondered around the room. It was a rich royal blue colour, with expensive paintings and beautiful patterned carpet, high beams and a staircase filled with books and mirrors.

“Where are we?” I repeated myself, this time he answered

“Roseville Manor, or as I like to call it, forty eight miles from the battle field!” He smile was godlike, but you could almost hear the clunk was my jaw dropped to the floor.

All of my emotions where mixed, I guess that explains why my first reaction wasn't fainting – again. Instead I didn’t answer an allowed my mind to process. My first action was almost natural:  “I need to go back.” I demanded, like a spoilt child, after about two minutes of silence. Solomon watched me, his never eyes left mine

“Not yet.” He replied, truthfully he didn’t say never, so I knew I was going back, but I had no time, 

“Now.” I hissed arrogantly. He watched me carefully and before reacting suddenly he looked out the window, I followed his gaze. The garden was huge, it wasn’t fenced with barbed wire, it was a picket fence, with stables, so he repeated himself and this time his eyes traced mine “Not yet.” I didn’t argue that time, I merrily continued to gaze out the large framed window

“When?” I whispered after what seemed like forever, he smiled slowly and again met my gazr 

“When your ready.” He answered. So I changed the topic

“How often do you come here?” I asked,

“Since we have been put in the Battlefield I come here every fortnight and prepare.” He explained. I thought about their tents, when I had been raiding them to save Hope. 

“Why did you suddenly think you should be my hero?” I asked him seriously, I saw something appear in his eyes but it disapered instantly. 

“Truthfully, I don’t know. It was just something that I needed and I needed someone that didn’t want me back.” His words shocked me, it messed with my mind but I registered his words and then smiled

“Your right, you needed me.” I said, he smiled

“And now you need me.” He explained. Solomon winked and with a slight rush I was ushered out of the living room and into a huge bathroom with nine shower heads and sixteen buttons. I undressed and entered the showers, hovering I pressed the yellow button and the showers began, filling what seemed like a miniature swimming pool, bubbles appeared from nowhere circling me, a little rack appeared on the side of the wall and inside was a variety of shampoo’s, I picked the largest bottle with green writing and squirted it into the palm of my hand and rubbed the soft moisture into my long hair, it took my forever to work it all the way down to the ends of my hair. I pressed the green button and a different shower started, washing out the shampoo, I scrubbed my hair so much it stung as I climbed out of the pool and wrapped myself in the white dressing gown that was currently lowering out of the ceiling, tying the dressing gown tie tightly and slipping my feet in the flip flops, I wondered over to the mirror. I looked tired, my long reddish brown hair tangled around me it reached my waist it looked clean. My face look tired, my cheeks and lost their normal redness, my eyes where a shinning brown. I grimanced at my relfection for what seemed a while before I began to work of myself. I flung open the bathroom cabinet that sat beside the large mirror, and rummaged around finding some fancy bottled spray, I sprayed my hair with it a few times and then rummaged around some more and found a pair of sicors. I gripped them tightly and then rested my hands on the side of the sink and splashed my face.  I ran my finger across the sharp blade and then, pulling the front of my long hair forward, I began cutting.



The hair fell onto the stone floor, I turned to the next door and pushed it open worriedly. My fingers shaking I was in a large dressing room, but there was only one outfit. It was a skin tight black body suit. I bit the inside of my lip, but picked up the bottom half, black leggings, black top that was attached to the leggings and a leather jacket. I changed quickly; it was a surprise that my short hair dried quickly. I looked at the flat boots and pulled them on and then I turned to the long mirror. 

My hair was redder and had small flicking curls, the outfit clung to tight to my skinny figure. I sighed and blinked at my reflection, I looked normal and human, I looked like a hunter. The metal door swung open easily, like it was made of fabric. 

“It suits you.” Solomon said, my stomach churned uncomfortable, it didn’t feel comfortable at all. But I smiled and tried to ignore his examining gaze, 

“Thank you. Now can we leave?” I demanded. He laughed and shook his head

“No.” He replied and watched me carefully. I sighed and brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes

“How good are you at fighting, Liliana?” He asked. I looked at him curiously

“W-why did you call me that?” I whispered. He watched me, and then beckoned me. I followed him into a large room, it looked and smelt like a library, he ran his fingers across the old fragile books and then swiftly pulled one from among the others

“Here.” He said and passed the ancient heavy book, I opened the first page, coughing as the dust filled my lungs. My name was printed in an elegant script across the page:

Liliana Penelope Kristen Kendie

Daughter of Penelope Lily Cameron and Richard Hale Kendie


I closed the book, my fingers ran over the leather that held the book together

“Where did you get this?” I whispered, shaking my head trying to empty my mind. He only smiled

“School” He replied, I looked at him quizzically so he began to explain

“My school trained us to be assassins, they trained us to be who we are, never to let it go. They gave us hints - 22nd November – I visited the library” he looked at me carefully and smiled briefly “I rummaged for sources and I found this.” He said and showed me the book. I blinked and then looked at him carefully and then asked the question that had been bugging me for the last day

“Am I safe here, Solomon?” I asked, he wrapped his fingers around mine carefully. I didn’t resist or pull away, he brushed away a strand of hair out of my eyes

“You’ll always be safe with me.” 

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